—I can defend myself, Igor! I said, trying to free myself. He was breathing heavily, his eyes still fixed on me, trying to control his anger. —Beck, he was trying to force a kiss on you. I was just defending you, he replied, almost growling. —You didn’t need to do that! I snapped, feeling my indignation rise. Before I could say anything else, I felt someone grab my other arm. I looked and saw Emily, glaring at me with an expression of contempt. —Ah, so that’s how it is, she said sarcastically. —You play hard to get, and then my boyfriend, Igor, has to clean up your mess. I was shocked by her comment, but I quickly regained my composure. I stepped closer to her, dangerously near the pool, and pointed a finger in her face, my voice firm. —Listen here! I didn’t ask him to defend me. I was going to handle it myself, and if you’re jealous, that’s your problem! Emily looked at me angrily, and before I could react, she pushed me hard into the pool. The icy impact of the water caught m
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